"Oh, great Von Elio," purred the redhead, her voice dripping like honey, "it's an honor to be in your presence. You've saved our city." Her emerald eyes sparkled with admiration, or perhaps...
Elio, visibly uncomfortable but struggling to maintain his composure, stuttered a response. "I... uh... thank you. But it was everyone's effort." His cheeks flushed a deep red, betraying his nervousness.
Ember, sensing Elio's discomfort, straightened up, its scales shimmering with a more intense tone. The salamander's protective instincts were clearly kicking in.
The second woman, a brunette with legs that seemed to go on forever, stepped so close she was almost brushing against Elio. Her scent, sweet and intoxicating, filled the air around them.
"You're so modest. A true hero," she cooed, her eyes never leaving Elio's face.